Each day, I am a different person. Literally.
I am not being metaphorical.
Yesterday-me, a complete stranger, left today-me a list of to-dos.
... but who is that sanctimonious bitch to tell me anything?
I did not go to “my job”.
Instead, I picked up a dopey German shepherd named Rupert from a shelter, and bathed in leaf-filtered sunshine, we hiked the Appalachian trail all day, mud caked up to our knees.
Yesterday-me would be furious. But I’m just passing through.
Still, I wrote a nicer note to tomorrow-me. I hope she’ll take care of Rupert.
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